“Why did you change your seat?”
“I do get so tired of sitting in one place; besides, the view from the other one was a lot—a great deal—more interesting.”
“Elizabeth!” Miss Clyde exclaimed. “One would think you were five, instead of fifteen! Where are your books? You did not bring them in with you?”
Blue Bonnet turned quickly. “Que asco! I forgot to bring them home!”
“Elizabeth!” her aunt said, “I have told you that I did not wish you to use that expression!”
“It only means, Aunt Lucinda—”
“I do not care to hear its meaning. Perhaps, if you go back to school at once, you may be able to get your books.”
“I’ll go see, Aunt Lucinda,” Blue Bonnet answered cheerfully.
Two hours later, she reappeared; but without her books. “I am tired,” she said, throwing herself back in an armchair; “I’ve been out to Palmer’s—the Hill Farm, Aunt Lucinda—and carried the baby—she’s about three years old—all the way. And I haven’t been for my books,” she added hurriedly. “You see, I met little Bell Palmer and the baby down here at the corner; they’d wandered all the way in from the farm, and the baby had hurt her foot, and they were both crying. I started right home with them. I thought maybe there’d be a team going that road, but we never met one going in the right direction, and it’s a pretty lonely road, you know. Mrs. Palmer was glad to see us. Her husband was away, and she hadn’t any one to send.”
“Those Palmer children are always running away,” Miss Clyde said. “It was very kind of you, Elizabeth, to take them home, but how about your lessons for to-morrow?”